I Smith Wonderful Puns

Coming off the great success of my very well received Otter Joke, I have set about to craft yet another blow to the funny bone of humanity. For quite some time now I have been testing the humors of the English language to create the ultimate in humor. Today, I believe I have found it.

I now unveil what will become known as, "The Moose Joke."

So two hunters where trapsing through the woods in search of prey when they heard voices beyond the trees. Thinking about acquiring tips on game or maybe just bumming a beer, the two hunters headed for the voices. Stumbling upon a clearing, the two beheld a group of four moose, sitting on lawn chairs taking their tea and talking about the abominable weather. Needless to say, both groups were taken aback by the sudden presence of the other. However, the moose were the first to act, swiftly moving to capture the two hunters.

One moose suggested that there was nothing to do except kill the two hunters, who would doubtless tell the rest of the humans that there were talking moose in the hills. Another moose said no, that killing was against the moose code. So on a suggestion from a third moose, the group sewed shut the mouths of the two hunters, and released them into the wild.

The two hunters stumbled as fast as they could back to civilization, and ran into the first bar they found. Once inside, they made a great scene, motioning to their lips, as if to say, please, someone remove these sutures so that we can speak on the talking moose of the hills. After the initial commotion, though, the bar's burly patrons turned back around in their seats, once more took up their beers, and ignored the two hunters entirely.

Why?

Because in this town of flannel and facial hair, moose stitches are nothing to get excited about.

DA DA CHING.